the kids aren’t alright

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet Pim didn't move an inch either, hovering over her like a dragon over a horde. But instead of gold, Pim had Phoebe, and she was more precious than any shiny thing one could find. "I didn't either. I thought you were the one Jata." she said softly, a hint of emotion coming back to her voice for a moment before it dissipated. "But I not yours. And I will not offer you comfort for the hurt you feel over it, when you have another woman you'd rather get it from." she said, a firmness to her voice. Her decision on that was final. If he had regrets, she would not help him feel better about it. Lusea could do that. Or he could figure it out on his own. "Help me? With what? What can you help a dying, childless woman with?" she said bluntly.